can i prompt you a lil hurt/comfort for drarry via #2 ?
“I really don’t see why what I did was so bad,” Draco muttered as Harry practically dragged him out of Ron and Hermione’s house.
“Really, Draco? You don’t? Let me remind you then that Ron invited you into his home, served you a meal, tried to be friendly, and you responded my insulting him, his house, and his family.”
Draco rolled his eyes and shrugged Harry’s hand off of his arm.
“I was just stating facts.”
“No, you weren’t! You were being a bloody prat!” Harry shouted, fists clenched at his side. “I don’t understand why it is so hard for you to treat people with respect!”
“Because they don’t deserve my respect.”
Harry shook his head in disgust.
“Whatever, Draco. I’m sick of your attitude. I’m going home.”
Harry then turned and apparated on the spot, leaving Draco standing in the middle of the street alone.
Draco sighed and ran his hand down his face. He knew he messed up. He knew he shouldn’t have said those things to Ron. He hated when Harry was upset with him, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen him that angry.
Draco walked back up to the door of Ron and Hermione’s house, swallowed his pride, and knocked.
Ron quickly opened the door and glared when he saw who it was. Before he could say anything, Draco began talking.
“I-I’m sorry for the things I said. It was really rude and disrespectful of me.”
Ron stared at him skeptically for a moment.
“Is Harry making you apologize?”
Ron nodded, and his hand then shot out for Draco to shake.
“Apology accepted, mate.”
Draco stared at him in shock and slowly shook his hand. He hadn’t expected Ron to be so forgiving.
“Right, well, I’m gonna go. Sorry again, and thanks for having us over.”
Draco then turned and walked away before apparating to his and Harry’s house.
Harry was sitting on the couch, watching tv, when Draco walked through the door. Harry wouldn’t even look at him.
“I don’t want to hear it, Draco. Just leave me alone.”
Draco had a very hurt expression on his face, but slowly nodded his head and walked off to their bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. He wanted to just fall asleep and forget about everything that happened, but it wasn’t working. He was scared that he had really messed up this time and that Harry was never going to forgive him.
Draco hadn’t even realized that he was crying until he heard the door open and felt the bed dip beside him.
“Draco,” Harry said softly and put his hand on Draco’s side. “I’m sorry for how I acted when you got home. Ron sent an owl telling me not to be too hard on you because you already apologized to him.”
Draco just sniffled in response before turning to face Harry.
“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered.
Harry nodded his head in understanding, not needing to say the words for Draco to know he was forgiven.
“Why are you crying, love?” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and pulled him close, kissing his forehead.
“I thought you might not forgive me…that you might break up with me.”
Draco buried his face into the crook of Harry’s neck and let a few more tears fall.
“Shh, no. I’m not breaking up with you, Draco. I love you very much. I just don’t love your attitude sometimes.”
Draco let out a small laugh and pulled his head away so he could give Harry a kiss.
“Good, now come back out into the living room with me. I put your favorite movie in.”
Draco grinned and threw the covers off of himself. He followed Harry to the couch where they watched movies and cuddled for the rest of the night.
